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sounded
like a disgusted snort coming from somewhere behind them, but she didn’t turn
to see who it was.  She had her own issues at present.  She narrowed her eyes
at him.  “What does that mean?”
    He huffed out a breath
and shrugged his big dumb shoulders.  “You’re already mine.”
    This time she knew the
gasp was Cassandra who didn’t have shifter hearing, so they had to be getting
loud.  Since she had every intention of getting louder, she didn’t worry about
it, but she was going to get a little clarification first.  Then she
would smother him with an airplane pillow.  “Then why do you want to get
married at all?”
    “I don’t,” he said, and
this time she heard Cassandra very clearly say, “Oh, for the love of . . .”
    She was going for steady
and sane, but she wasn’t sure she pulled it off when she spoke through gritted
teeth, spacing out each word for emphasis.  “Then. Why. Get. Married?”
    “Because you’re human.” 
He said it like that explained everything.
    Clytie was just
approaching meltdown when it occurred to her that maybe it did.  He had just
met her parents who had casually dismissed him and who had attempted to make
what they shared seem less because they had no vows between them.  He probably
assumed that because she was human she wanted to get married.  In a way, he was
right, and in a way, he was wrong.  What she wanted was for Demon to want to
marry her. Clearly, he didn’t, not really.  She could still get mad; it had to
be the worst proposal in the history of bad proposals, but this was Demon who
had recently stood by her in serious times of trouble.  She could cut him some
slack; besides, she was just too tired to deal with it right now.  “No, thank
you,” she finally said, snuggling back down on her mate’s chest where she had
started.
    Unfortunately, it was not
as comfortable as it had been, seeing as Demon was sitting ramrod straight and
glaring at her.  “What do you mean, ‘No, thank you’?”
    “I mean no, thank you. 
Let’s just skip it and go home.”
    “Skip it and go home?” he
gritted out.
    Clytie yawned in his
face.  “I don’t want to go to Vegas.  I want to go home.”  She huffed out an
exasperated breath.  “Why are you getting upset?”
    “Why am I . . . ?”  Demon
growled, stood to his full massive height, and pointed his big finger at her
nose.  She really hated when he did that.  “You just turned down my marriage
proposal.”
    She snorted.  “I did not.”
    That gave him pause; whatever
he was about to say, his mouth snapped shut and his brow furrowed.  “You didn’t?”
    Clytie fought the need to
roll her eyes.  “That was not a marriage proposal.”
    He got angry all over
again.  “The hell it wasn’t.”
    And now she was right
there with him.  “The hell it was.”  Clytie climbed up on her seat, standing to
her full height on the cushion, which bought her enough height to point at his
nose.  “Did you get down on one knee, produce a beautiful yet tasteful ring,
profess your undying love, and ask me to do you the honor of becoming
your wife?”  She didn’t wait for him to answer.  “No, you didn’t.  You said,”
and here she dumbed up and lowered her voice, “Yo, baby, we should go to
Vegas.  I mean if you want to waste time on some silly human tradition,
we should just get it out of the way now, while it’s not too much trouble.” 
She poked his big nose and his eyes crossed briefly watching her do it.  Her
voice went back to normal.  “To that I say, ‘No, thank you’ .”  She
crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.  “Now are you going to sit
down so I can sleep on you or argue about it, and perhaps never have sex again?”
    Demon eventually sat down
and yanked her into his lap, his growl an indication that he was not pleased,
but she was not exactly thrilled herself so he’d just have to deal with it. 
Thinking these thoughts, she snuggled into him and